Hm?
Chen Ping'an's expression froze, surprise rising in his heart.
He was kneeling already?
He had even been prepared to abandon his schemes and charge straight in by force, only for such a huge reversal to come instead.
What happened to the promised iron bones, the unbending spirit, the calm fearlessness?
Inside the quiet room, Baosha the Rogue knelt before Chen Ping'an with a mottled, marked bald head and a fawning smile on his face. No matter how one looked at the scene, it felt out of place.
"Whether you know your mistake will depend on your sincerity. Next, I ask, you answer. Don't bother thinking about how to deceive me. I naturally have means to verify whether your words are true or false. If there is even half a falsehood, today I will make your soul scatter and your spirit disperse."
Chen Ping'an's face was calm, like an ancient well without ripples, while the wind of baleful yin around him swelled, as if bearing witness to his words.
"This lowly cultivator understands." Baosha the Rogue wore a fawning smile, his posture lowered to the extreme.
He knew that since the other party had spared his life, there was bound to be some scheme behind it. He had originally wanted to use this to gain a little leverage, but he had not expected the other party's attitude to be so resolute. That left him no choice but to bow his head and submit.
Though all things in the world were weighty, none weighed more than his life.
So long as the green mountains remained, there would be no fear of lacking firewood to burn.
"Good. I will now ask you the first question."
Having witnessed Chen Ping'an's previous battle strength, and with himself now fish on the chopping block while